You should see me on a bad day.
Adora Belle did not much like the Compound. There were too many people that weren't golems or even from the same planet as her. But, occasionally, she found it necessary to visit the structure. Clean clothes and running water were too much to pass up.
Also, in the absence of cigarettes, coffee.
She had four cigarettes left in her Emergency Emergency Reserve*: three of her original stash and one of the foul chemical-laden things the 'angel' Lucifer had given her. It was a blessing in disguise, she supposed - she'd have to be really desperate to smoke that last one.
Now, however, she was making do with an extremely strong cup of extremely black coffee and a book. She sat with the book open in her lap in what she was given to understand was named the 'Recreational Room', but she had yet to experience any overt recreation. That suited her fine. Adora Belle Dearheart was not one naturally given to recreating. Recreation was not a priority for her. Cigarettes and golems, on the other hand, were. Seeing as she had neither at the moment, however...well, she had to Make Do. Which is exactly what she was doing.
It wasn't working well.
She twitched occasionally - just a foot, or an eyelid. But she had the air of a woman on the edge. The edge of what, though...that was questionable.
At least the jukebox was leaving her alone. Like so many, it seemed to be afraid of Miss Dearheart. It was probably for the best. Those heels could probably cut through glass easily.
*Her Emergency Reserve had consisted of ten cigarettes, and she'd smoked half of those in half an hour. After that, she had decided that a little more vigilance and self-control was required†.
†She'd hidden the rest in a tree.
[OOC: ST and LT welcome! Come say hi to the suffering addict. I promise she won't spike anyone. Yet. :D]
Also, in the absence of cigarettes, coffee.
She had four cigarettes left in her Emergency Emergency Reserve*: three of her original stash and one of the foul chemical-laden things the 'angel' Lucifer had given her. It was a blessing in disguise, she supposed - she'd have to be really desperate to smoke that last one.
Now, however, she was making do with an extremely strong cup of extremely black coffee and a book. She sat with the book open in her lap in what she was given to understand was named the 'Recreational Room', but she had yet to experience any overt recreation. That suited her fine. Adora Belle Dearheart was not one naturally given to recreating. Recreation was not a priority for her. Cigarettes and golems, on the other hand, were. Seeing as she had neither at the moment, however...well, she had to Make Do. Which is exactly what she was doing.
It wasn't working well.
She twitched occasionally - just a foot, or an eyelid. But she had the air of a woman on the edge. The edge of what, though...that was questionable.
At least the jukebox was leaving her alone. Like so many, it seemed to be afraid of Miss Dearheart. It was probably for the best. Those heels could probably cut through glass easily.
*Her Emergency Reserve had consisted of ten cigarettes, and she'd smoked half of those in half an hour. After that, she had decided that a little more vigilance and self-control was required†.
†She'd hidden the rest in a tree.
[OOC: ST and LT welcome! Come say hi to the suffering addict. I promise she won't spike anyone. Yet. :D]